thank you for ruining another day. proves i don't have to be home to be unhappy.
i was editing my philo paper, and a brilliant idea i was looking for space for slipped from my mind the moment you yelled into my ear.
fuck you.
soul-searching? respect? i've learnt respect is earned, it isn't a given right. neither is trust. just because your name appears on my birth certificate does not necessarily mean you deserve the respect i've accorded you thus far. don't tell me to do soul-searching and thinking. in fact, please don't tell me to do anything. you've done enough of that to last me 2 lifetimes and a bit.
fuck you.
the more you try to suffocate me, the more i'd wanna worm myself from under your iron-clad chokehold. the more you try to assert your authority, the more i'd defy and antagonise you. unless you can begin to justify some of the things you do, watch the respect dwindle down to the bare minimum. i am not a bad person, but you sometimes make me feel like a child murderer who tortures animals on the side for fun and a bit of a laugh.
fuck you.
i'm tired. yes, i'm sure you've done the best minimum as a parent, and i will do the best minimum as a child. don't expect too much now, you never did anyway.
fuck you.
the next time you want to call just to pick a fucking fight, let me know in advance, so at least i'll sit on the bed, do nothing, think nothing, and lose nothing. lastly, don't suddenly pretend to care about my friends' names. i'm not stupid. i'm not 5. i'm not easily threatened.
